Forced from home, and all its pleasures,Afric's coast I left forlorn;...To increase a stranger's treasures,O'er the raging billows borne.Men from England bought and sold me,Paid my price in paltry gold;But, though theirs they have enroll'd me,Minds are never to be sold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

What do we want with this vast and worthless area, of this region of savages and wild beasts, of deserts, of shifting sands and wh...irlwinds, of dust, of cactus and prairie dogs; to what use could we ever hope to put these great deserts, or those endless mountain ranges, impenetrable and covered to their very base with eternal snow? What can we ever hope to do with the western coast, a coast of 3,000 miles, rockbound, cheerless, uninviting and not a harbor in it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »